Severed... I moved on. I couldn't hold on to what was deteriorating, devastating, destroying, Me. Us. Nobody could. And now, I have real love. The kind that means something, Rocking in chairs and growing old. But, choosing between the past and future is too painful. Too raw. Too final. I was bound to Gray, but he lost me, Let me slip through his fingers. That was then. This is now. I'm freed.